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 Niger and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the disco 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti 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?
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.