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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Qualms to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
Oneida,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.