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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Porter Ricks to the disco 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Kayak,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
cv313,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.