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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All MC5 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 disco 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.