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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gichy Dan to the jazz 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.