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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland 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 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 David Bowie 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Television,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.