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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
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 Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doobie Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.