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 Serbia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.