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 Armenia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Young Rascals to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.