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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Leaves to the funk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
Whodini,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
Magazine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.