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 Belgium and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Scan 7 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.