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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
X-102,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
cv313,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.