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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.