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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tim Buckley to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.