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 Monaco and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.