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 Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Slick Rick 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.