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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terry Callier to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.