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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bar-Kays to the rap 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.