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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.