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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Flag 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.