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 Uganda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.