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 Cuba and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.