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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 The Golliwogs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Derrick May,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.