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 Moldova and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the punk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Swans,
The Human League,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.