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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 June of 44 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
The Move,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.