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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camouflage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Marmalade,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.