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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.