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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tremeloes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.