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 Egypt and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
Crime,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Q65,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.