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 Senegal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.