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 India and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 Derrick May to the grunge 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Ituana,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
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.