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 Nauru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Saints to the disco 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.