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 Mexico and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the techno 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.