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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Funkadelic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.