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 China and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Harry Pussy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
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The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.