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 Syria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Litter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.