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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.