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 Belize and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.