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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.