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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 The Flesh Eaters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
Index,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.