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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Blossom Toes to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.