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 France and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen 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?
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.