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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
Excepter,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
CMW,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.