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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trumans Water to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
cv313,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.