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 Yemen and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Patti Smith to the crunk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Darondo,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.