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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Sight & Sound to the funk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Wire,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.