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 Tajikistan and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
The Evens,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.