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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eurythmics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.