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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 The Red Krayola to the electroclash 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
Index,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.