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 Samoa and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lou Reed to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.