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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kas Product to the dance 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Make Up,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.