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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 the Soft Cell to the crunk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
The Litter,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.