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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Faraquet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '50s 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 Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
X-102,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Lalann,
Magma,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.