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 Uganda 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.