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 Suriname and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Robert Hood to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.