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 Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.