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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.