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 Jordan 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.