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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Pantytec to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
The Names,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.