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 Singapore and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Gong,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Nas,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.