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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bluetip to the rock 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.