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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
cv313,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.