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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Human League to the rock 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
UT,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.