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 Andorra and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
Q65,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.