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 Montenegro and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.