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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.