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 Somalia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.