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 Niger and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.