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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Monks,
Rekid,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.