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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.