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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Gong,
Visage,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.