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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
The Doors,
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
The Gories,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.