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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fluxion to the disco 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.