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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ronan to the funk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.