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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
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 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 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 Swans to the crunk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.