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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.