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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Depeche Mode to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.