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 Poland and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
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 arpeggiator 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.