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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Selecter to the grunge 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.