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 Colombia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Pole to the grunge 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.