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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Black Moon to the jazz 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
Nico,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.