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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.