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 Barbados and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Adolescents to the crunk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Can,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.