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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.