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 Thailand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Slave,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.