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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.