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 Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Technova,
Scientists,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.