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 India and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Slits to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.