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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dennis Brown to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
The Index,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.