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 Kiribati and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 One Last Wish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
The Litter,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.