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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 New York Dolls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw 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?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.