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 Nepal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Doors to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.