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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Christie to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
New Order,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Q65,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.