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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.