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 Belarus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Darondo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.