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 China and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Porter Ricks to the funk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.