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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.