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 Hungary and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Organ to the techno 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.