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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Fela Kuti to the rock 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.