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 Germany and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Fear,
Faust,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.