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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.