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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Index,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.