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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Maurizio to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Q65,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.