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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Boredoms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.