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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Metal Thangz to the disco 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.