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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 The Offenders to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Roxette,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.