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 Oman and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.