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 Latvia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
Organ,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.