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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funky Four + One to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.