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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fatback Band 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.