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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tremeloes to the grunge 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
EPMD,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
Interpol,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.