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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Franke,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.