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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.