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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Brick,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.