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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Au Pairs to the grime 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
DNA,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.