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 Colombia and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
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 guitar 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.