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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nico to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.