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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.