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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Q65,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.