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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Infiniti to the jazz 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.