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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Fortunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.