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 Singapore and from Taipei.
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 Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.