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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.