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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Leonard Cohen 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.