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 Antigua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Los Fastidios to the dance 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Fear,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.