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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Misunderstood to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
Smog,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
DNA,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.