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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Monks,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.