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 Maldives and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Invisible 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.