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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.