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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine 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?
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
New Order,
Main Source,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.