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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yazoo to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.