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 Albania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.