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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Wasted Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
PIL,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.