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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Marmalade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.