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 Burkina and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Wire,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.