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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Standells to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.