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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
Mars,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.