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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Accadde A to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
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.