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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Kayak to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.