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 Belgium and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.