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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
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 Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the grime 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.