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 Congo and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Barracudas to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.