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 Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Ken Boothe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.