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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Audionom to the dance 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
JFA,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
Audionom,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.