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 Ukraine 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 The New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.