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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Audionom to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.