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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 The Gun Club to the rap 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
The Names,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
DNA,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.