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 Greece and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.