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 United States and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sun Ra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
PIL,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.