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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.