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 Portugal and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 güiro 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
MDC,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.