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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Negative Approach to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Brick,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.