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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Hoover to the dance 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
June Days,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.