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 Israel and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Rapeman to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.