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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.