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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ossler to the rock 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.