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 Denmark and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Cameo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Q65,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.