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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.