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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Fear,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.