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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.