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 Kenya and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick May to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.