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 Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mighty Diamonds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.