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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Man Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.