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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 The Martian 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.