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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
Scion,
The Fall,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.