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 Denmark and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.