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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
ABBA,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.