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 Peru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Dark Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
Fear,
Magma,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.