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 Albania and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 The Vogues to the funk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Television,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Liliput,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.