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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lindisfarne to the techno 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.