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 Singapore and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.