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 Australia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Harmonia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
the Slits,
The Move,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.