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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Hutcherson 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Television,
The Names,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.