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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Qualms,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.