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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Yellowson to the rap 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
AZ,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.