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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.