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 Philippines and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Fat Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.