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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Donald Byrd to the funk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
X-102,
Magazine,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.