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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Interpol to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.