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 Antigua and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.