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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mad Mike to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.