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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 The Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
Brick,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.