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 Rwanda and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smiths to the grunge 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.