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 Paraguay and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lakeside to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Smog,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.