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 United States 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.