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 Syria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.