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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Black Flag to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Fear,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.