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 India and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.