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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
10cc,
New Order,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Lyres,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.