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 Ukraine and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gories to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.