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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trumans Water to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.