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 Haiti and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Soft Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.