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 Andorra and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.