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 Uruguay 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 Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Agitation Free to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.