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 Ireland and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wake to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.