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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 The Move to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.