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 Philippines and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül II to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.