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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 The Index to the rock 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.