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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.