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 Niger and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.