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 Latvia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 X-101 to the grunge 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.