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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Darondo,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.