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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Knickerbockers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.