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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.