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 Fiji and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.