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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Fad Gadget to the jazz 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.