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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Junior Murvin to the techno 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.