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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.