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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.