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 United States and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.