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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Monks,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.