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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.