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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fear to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.