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 Rwanda 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow 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 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 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 Blancmange to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Swans,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.