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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Bizarre Inc. 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
The Invisible,
Magma,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Swans,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.