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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flipper to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
John Holt,
DNA,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.