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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Second Layer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
Zapp,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.