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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 The Standells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.