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 Chad and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yazoo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
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.