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 St Lucia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.