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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Schoolly D to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.