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 Dominica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.