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 Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.