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 India and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pantaleimon to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Smog,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.