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 Belgium and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the punk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.