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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.