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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Steve Hackett to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Wire,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
Monolake,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.