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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Visage,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.