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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
Nas,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.