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 Jordan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Liliput to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.