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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Second Layer to the jazz 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells 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?
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Faust,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.