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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Faust to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.