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 Mauritius and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Amon Düül to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.