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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
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.