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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Walker Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.