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 Armenia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.