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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.