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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Godley & Creme to the dance 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Wings,
June of 44,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.