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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Near to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
Visage,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.