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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Kayak,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.