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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pop Group to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.