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 Palau and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fat Boys to the grunge 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
Japan,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
ABBA,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.