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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.