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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Cybotron to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Smog,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.