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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 The Trojans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.