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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sam Rivers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Index,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.