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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Eric Copeland to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
The Index,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.