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 China and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Detroit Cobras 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
The Motions,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
The Fugs,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Suicide,
X-102,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.