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 Bahrain 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Flesh Eaters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.