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 Libya and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wings to the punk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.