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 Suriname and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hoover to the disco 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
The Names,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.