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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 10cc to the rock 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.