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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Camouflage to the grime 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.