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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül to the rock 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Quantec,
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.