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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harmonia to the techno 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.