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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.