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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 One Last Wish to the disco 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
Index,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.