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 Austria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
Gong,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.