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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.