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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Leaves to the rock 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
Can,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.