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 Lithuania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Surgeon to the jazz 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.