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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.