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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
Q65,
Organ,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Nico,
Scientists,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.