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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.