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 Bahamas and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.