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 Brunei and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dawn Penn to the funk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
The Human League,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.