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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
Index,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.