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 Nauru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beau Brummels to the dance 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.