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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Count Five to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.