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 Spain and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stetsasonic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.