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 Spain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New York Dolls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.