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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.