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 Bhutan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Guru Guru to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.