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 South Sudan 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Hood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
The Associates,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.