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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bluetip to the crunk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.