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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
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 harpsichord 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.