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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
Little Man,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.