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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.