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 Guyana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
Gong,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.