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 Ireland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.