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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Organ,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.