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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Easy Going to the grime 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
New Order,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.