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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Suicide,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Scion,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.