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 Ireland and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Quadrant to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.