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 Chad and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harmonia to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.