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 Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
Magma,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.