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 London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Star Department to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
Neu!,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Organ,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.