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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
Brick,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.