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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Association to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.