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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Skatalites to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.