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 Andorra and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
The Names,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.