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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.