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 Belize and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
a-ha,
Zapp,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.