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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Davy DMX to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
Cymande,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.