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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.