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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Malaria! to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.