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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
cv313,
The Busters,
Sparks,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.