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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 B.T. Express to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.