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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 CMW to the dance 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.