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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.