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 France and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Intrusion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.