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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Skarface to the grime 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.