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 Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slits to the rock 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
Suburban Knight,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.