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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.