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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.