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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 The Offenders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
10cc,
Ronan,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
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.