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 the UAE and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.