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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 The Martian to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
DNA,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.