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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.