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 Algeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantaleimon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
The Move,
T. Rex,
Q65,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.