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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smog to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Gong,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.