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 Cyprus and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
K-Klass,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.