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 Hungary and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 The Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.