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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trumans Water to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
AZ,
Deakin,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
The Names,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.