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 Djibouti and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.