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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Chris Corsano to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.