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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.