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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.