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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lindisfarne to the grime 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.