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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Busters to the electroclash 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.