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 Liberia and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 The Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.