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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
MDC,
Chrome,
Wings,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
ABBA,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.