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 Ghana and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eli Mardock to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Hashim,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.