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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.