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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Joy Division,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Q65,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Index,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.