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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Half Japanese to the dance 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Television,
Smog,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Visage,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.