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 Madagascar 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.