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 Kenya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 H. Thieme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.