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 United States and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.