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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Busters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.