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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Technova to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.