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 Somalia and from Halifax.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.