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 Egypt and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 The Saints to the electroclash 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.