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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Sneak to the disco 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
Gong,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.