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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the dance 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.