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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Amazonics to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.