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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Bill Wells to the rock 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Deakin,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.