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 Belgium and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Minutemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Shoche,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.