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 France and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Lakeside to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
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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.