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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.