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 Egypt and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.