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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.