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 South Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.