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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 The Searchers to the dance 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.