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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Q65,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.