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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bush Tetras to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.