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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Fuzztones to the grunge 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.