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 Georgia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Ponytail to the grime 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.