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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.