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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Knickerbockers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.