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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Grauzone to the rock 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.