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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The United States of America to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.