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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugazi to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.