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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Durutti Column to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Crime,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.