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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.