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 Ireland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kinks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.