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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
X-102,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.