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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cowsills to the rock 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.