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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.