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 Libya and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.