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 Iran and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.