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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Althea and Donna to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.