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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.