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 Togo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
Yaz,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Monks,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.