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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.