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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Scientists,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.