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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
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 Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Underground Resistance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.