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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
The Busters,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.