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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Holger Czukay 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine 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 Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.