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 Germany and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stetsasonic 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.