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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.