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 Malta and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Guru Guru to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.