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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stetsasonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.