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 Russia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
ABBA,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.