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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
X-101,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Index,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.