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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Swans,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.