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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.