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 Congo and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Moody Blues to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.