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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-101 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.