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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Near to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.