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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Au Pairs 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.