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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marmalade to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
10cc,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.