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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zeros to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.