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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.