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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Essential Logic to the grunge 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.