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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Sister Nancy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.