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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bad Manners to the crunk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.