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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.