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 China and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.