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 India and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Lyres to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
Ludus,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Nico,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.