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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.