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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Talk Talk to the grunge 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Ossler,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.