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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
Nico,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.