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 Comoros and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Rufus Thomas to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.