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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
Crime,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.