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 Tonga and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Skatalites to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Pole,
Ituana,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.