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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.