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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.