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 China and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Order to the funk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.