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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.