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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Germs to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
MDC,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.