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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.