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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the punk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
JFA,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.