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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.