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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Faust,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Scion,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.