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 Ireland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Moon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.