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 Samoa and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.