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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 B.T. Express to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.