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 Iraq and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.