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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.