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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
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 Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 J.B.'s to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
Scion,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Index,
Qualms,
X-101,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.