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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gories to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
the Normal,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.