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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.