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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 The Durutti Column to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Little Man,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.