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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.