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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Funkadelic to the punk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Index,
The Seeds,
The Names,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.