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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rock 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.