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 Tonga and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang of Four to the grunge 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.