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 Switzerland 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.