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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Detroit Cobras to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.