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 Iran and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q and Not U to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.