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 Namibia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.