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 Australia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Searchers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.