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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Mojo Men to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Ludus,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.