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 Germany and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Agent Orange to the rap 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.