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 Zambia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
UT,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.