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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Metal Thangz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Chrome,
Symarip,
The Saints,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.