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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
Gong,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.