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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MC5 to the funk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.