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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 cv313 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
Index,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.