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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Pylon,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.