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 Maldives and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Loose Ends to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
The Martian,
Visage,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.