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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.