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 Niger and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Pere Ubu to the punk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.