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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.