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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Pagans 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.