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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Human League to the disco 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Niagra,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.