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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Von Mondo to the crunk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.