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 Monaco and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Evens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.