Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Canada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pantytec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.