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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Deakin,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
Niagra,
Wings,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.