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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mad Mike to the rock 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.