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 Turkey and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.