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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alarm Clocks to the techno 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.