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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Associates 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.