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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Associates to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.