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 Zambia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Fall to the disco 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.