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 Nigeria 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Christie to the grime 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.