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 Antigua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
ABBA,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.