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 Morocco and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.