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 Albania and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
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 spring reverb 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 The Moody Blues to the electroclash 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.