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 Madagascar and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ossler to the grime 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.