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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 AZ 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
UT,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.