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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fugazi to the electroclash 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.