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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.