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 Hungary and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.