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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mission of Burma to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.