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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Graham Central Station to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.