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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
Yaz,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
MDC,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.