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 Hungary and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 R.M.O. to the punk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.