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 Albania and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.