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 Andorra and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.