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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Slackers to the crunk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.