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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.