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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.