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 Liberia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.