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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neon Judgement to the disco 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
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.