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 Mali and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Electric Prunes to the grime 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.