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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 New York Dolls to the disco 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Nas,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Scion,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.