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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Brick to the techno 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.