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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.