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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Clear Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.