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 Israel and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.