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 Chad and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.