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 Brazil and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.