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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Royal Trux to the techno 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
UT,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Ponytail,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.