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 Libya and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 ABC to the punk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Gong 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.