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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Organ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
10cc,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.