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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
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 sitar 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 Junior Murvin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.