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 Norway and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Unwound,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.