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 Italy and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Excepter to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Josef K,
Wire,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Interpol,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Index,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.