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 Singapore and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 In Retrospect to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.