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 Ireland and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.