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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick May to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
Organ,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.