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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Index,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.