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 Dominica and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.