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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Q65,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.