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 Canada and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 The Tremeloes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
Mars,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.