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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Velvet Underground to the rock 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.