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 Oman and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radio Birdman to the techno 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.