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 Spain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.