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 Sudan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Amon Düül II to the grime 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
X-101,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.