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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Crime,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.