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 Poland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 The Star Department to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.