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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Q65,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.