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 Romania and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Henry Cow 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.