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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Masters at Work to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
The Fall,
AZ,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.