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 Korea South and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s 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?
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.