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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.