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 Poland and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Al Stewart 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.