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 Malta and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 the Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.