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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
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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.