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 Montenegro and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bar-Kays to the grunge 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
The Leaves,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.