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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Technova,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.