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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Hardrive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Can,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.