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 Albania and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 the Association to the techno 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Organ,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.