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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Visage,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
Lalann,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Skarface,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.