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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pussy Galore to the rock 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.