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 Mozambique and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Whodini 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Magma,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.