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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Camberwell Now to the techno 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
Index,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.