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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 The Music Machine to the techno 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Q65,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.