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 Germany and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Lagos and Madrid.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.